The Voice of Internal Doubt

More poetry duetting with Hasty.

 

The voice of internal doubt raises,
drowning the delicate confidence
Reason has no defence against this bully
and quietly surrenders

Eyelids not strong enough
To hide the world for long
And the heart keeps knocking
Trying to break this mood

External reassurances
are ignored as valueless
their sincerity questioned,
invisible through the enshrouding blackness

Tears no longer have currency
No emotional salve to resurrect me
Motion seems too hard to grasp
As stillness mouths its lullabye

No energy, no desire to fight
allowing the cloud to spread
silver linings remain but grow distant
as hopes of sunshine fade

Peace taunts me, out of grasp
Pulling shades of depression
Over windows made of flesh
A chamber of echoes chiding me